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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #23 - Please do not post comments here (use the CORKBOARD)
Posted by: forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:47 PM

BELOW IS TODAY'S SONNETIZED RESPONSE TO EPISODE #12
NOTE: rhetorical verse in Shakesperean sonnet form

DO I HAVE TO?
rhetorical verse in Shakesperean sonet form


(1) WHEN JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF (some say God's son)

cried out to God to please let this vile cup

of death pass from my lips -- my martrydom

is surely not required. The balance tips . . .


. . . from evil to the good by righteous force.

But please, dear Lord, I do not want to die!


Yet ancient prophecy had set the course

A sacred prophecy you can't defy.


And so comes Buffy Summers with her cross

she doesn't want to bear. She throws it down . . .

But 'fore too long her soul can't bear the loss

of her true destiny. Her "throrny" crown . . .


. . . not of triumphant popularity.

But one of sacrifice and poetry.



(2) THE POETRY of mystery, unclear.

Why would there be just one to take the weight

of horror in the world -- embrace the fear

that human nature says is just too great.


No, Buffy is not Jesus, but Joss quotes

prophetic scripture from Old Bible text.

Isaiah chapter 'leven's many coats

of meaning painted for Hellmouth effects.


FOR CONTEXT, let us take a look before

the sixth verse
Mister Giles knew quite by heart --

before Joss shifts the child to Satan's corps,

let's step back four verse nuggets and restart.


A strange choice, I agree, but I'm led there

by Joss, and so I'll claim that it is fair.

[CONTINUED IN PART 2, BELOW]


you speak



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Posted by: forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 4:59 PM 1 of 4

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DO I HAVE TO? (PART 2)
Posted by: forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:52 PM 2 of 4

[NOTE: Isaiah 11: 2-5 - paraphrased in verse]


(3) THE SPIRIT OF THE LORD WILL REST ON HIM . . .

of wisdom, understanding, and of might.

He will not judge by surface paradigm.

He will defend the poor and weak -- what's right.


He'll rule against the wicked and destroy

them totally with breath from out his mouth.

Pure fairness and pure truth, his cloak alloy.


(The verses 'bout "the child" from here are south.)


In Buffy's world the evil Master mocks

the naive thought that prophecy is plain

enough for superhero action jocks

to act upon it and not get insane . . .


. . . results quite likely the pure opposite

of what they hoped, their meddling could acquit.


(4) A SLOPPY CHOICE OF WORD? I'll let it stand.

A prophesy's a law . . . in differen't form.

Those ancient debts of destiny demand

(for true belivers) that their lives conform.


And one thing Buffy's world believes is text.

The words and pictures Giles consumes, then knows

what threat his slayer faces, and then next

what action will control what evil flows.


BUT this last episode of Season One.

throws doubt upon the pattern we have learned.,

Good research may not yield, when you are done,

a map of action that should not be burned.


A TEAN GIRL DOOMED today, sounds poignant -- YET . . .

. . . a better doom than Xander 's yearnings get.


[CONTINUED IN PART 3, BELOW]



DO I HAVE TO? (PART 3)
Posted by: forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:51 PM 3 of 4


(5) GOOD LORD, what strange nonsequitor was that?

How's Xander's unrequited longing fit

within a semi-straight-lined logic's hat?

How can we grab these two loose yarns, and knit?


I PAUSE TO SAY this is what sonnets do --

grab fragments out of life and juxtapose.

I had no thought I'd write these points as two

that stiched together into brand new clothes . . .


But somewhere lurking there's a crucial thought

that I -- so near to sleep -- feel I must write

before I quit. But sleeping lines aren't caught

so much as dribble out into the night.


A couple hours ago I might make sense

of Buffy's ressurection at the hand

of Xander -- who can't claim that life relents

once it has pigeonholded you -- one who's canned.



(6) A CAN OF XANDER. (See, my thoughts now twist.)

But who, if anyone, would buy that spray.

I prophesy poor sales for Xander Mist

'cause who in bloody hell would ever pay . . .


. . . to smell like failure. Turned down by THE ONE

who has the power to strip his ev'ry move

of confidence . . . and leave the shlub undone.

And all this with no curse from cloven hoove.


My eyes close now on Xander . . . with no fate.

No prophesy declares that he must die.

But all the same, the sadness of the date

he tried to make with Buffy makes you cry.


No, not tears of your soul-felt Buffy-care.

No, Xander's fate just makes you pull your hair.


[CONTINUED IN PART 4, BELOW]



DO I HAVE TO (PART 4)
Posted by: forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:50 PM 4 of 4


(7) The TV MOMENT that brings these two strands

together on the screen is Buffy's death.

It's only when she's dead that lips and hands

of Xander may approach and share his breath . . .


. . . with that great unatainable small girl.

That tiny thing that has a destiny.

No reason that the Powers dropped this pearl

on little Buffy Summers. Yet no fee . . .


. . . could Xander pay to be brand shiny new.

While Buffy was madeover with full help

of agents of the Powers (you now who).

For him, barbaric yawp will come out yelp.


Though that makes little sense (my brain's turned mush),

would you chose Buffy's fate, or Xander's crush?


(8) THIS FINAL SONNET will try to regain

a touch of dignity about what's good.

A WEEK FROM NOW, our Buffy's back "insane,"

so in the present we rehash the past . . .


. . . but noticing when wings were bolted on.

The last show of the first half season flew

the first two times I watched it, even now,

the perfect little engine in B. stew . . . .


. . . just gave me chills of pleasure that transcend

the normal junk that television spurts

out every day . . . just day on day on end.

To have a vision of "the good" just hurts.


My destiny is to die ev'ry time

that I compress "a lesser thing" to rhyme.

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